Sometimes a Mindfuck is more than just a Metaphor. Or, Lucius fucks Draco's skull. NWS.

http://nostrademons.livejournal.com/33411.html

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Then, abruptly, he removed a hand drill from the pocket of his cloak.
Draco drew back in horror – or rather, tried to, as the restraints held
him fast. His eyes widened and a faint bead of sweat appeared on his
bloodstained forehead as he gazed at the drill.

“It is time,” Lucius muttered.

He
held the drill up to Draco’s forehead, and then pressed until it bit
into flesh. Draco let out a long scream, an agonizing wail of fear and
despair and pain and hatred. Still, Lucius pressed on.

Slowly,
deliberately, as if to prolong the agony, Lucius twisted the crank.
Blood spurted out of the wound, like a monster longing to escape its
confines. It splattered all over Lucius – good thing the robes and
cloak he was wearing were thoroughly worn, and could be easily disposed
of. The drill tore through skin, tore through flesh, tore through
blood, and gouged out a piece of the skull.

Father-son bonding just can't be complete unless the father drills a hole in his son's skull.

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Draco’s body was becoming even more lax; either the drill was sucking
the life force from him, or he’d simply given up the struggle and
resigned himself to the inevitable. Lucius’s hand trembled a bit, more
from the excitement of what was about to happen than the knowledge of
what he was doing to his own son.

Finally the tip broke through,
passing through the innermost layers of bone to puncture the grey
matter underneath. Draco’s body convulsed once more and then lay still.
From here, it was pure pleasure.

Pure pleasure or pure nastiness? You decide.

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He grabbed Draco’s soiled underwear, and then smeared the still-wet
feces over his member. On previous occasions when he had tried this, he
often found it difficult to enter the brain proper without lubrication.
While grey matter was itself wet enough, the surrounding tissue often
wasn’t. He didn’t want any snags.

Shit for lube. That sounds really sexy.

And I'm trying to figure out how many skulls Draco has if Lucius has been able to try it more than once.

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The sensation was incomparable. Soft velvety wetness, clinging all
around his penis. The brain was the ultimate cushion, the ultimate
pillow, something that could encircle him without putting any pressure
on him. Not even as a teenager, when he first violated Narcissa, had he
ever felt so much stimulation.

He struggled to hold back and
make it last longer. The grey matter around him seemed to tease him,
jiggling and shifting so as to keep the stimulation varied. He thrust
again and again into the deep recesses of Draco’s cranium. Every time,
the brain responded, encircling, enfolding, embracing his member.

This would be the skull-fucking part.

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He felt the familiar tightening within his balls, and knew that he
would reach the point of no return soon. He pulled back, letting the
two hemisphere come together again, as he prepared for a final few
violent thrusts.

And then he let loose with full forces. Once,
twice, three times he pumped deep into his son’s head. Squick squick
squick, the brain cells called back. He felt sperm build up within his
balls…and then his pelvis…and then he was shooting his load all over
what had once been Draco’s thinking machine. It came out in spurt after
spurt, leaving one head to coat the inside of another.

Lucius really needs to stop imitating a whale when he has an orgasm.

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Lucius Malfoy was satisfied.

Nothing's more satisfying than drilling a hole in your son's head, using his shit as lube, and fucking his skull, right?

This is another fic where I miss the vomit smiley.

Yes, she just *had* to write and share it. *hurls*
Thanks Inciter, I knew you wouldn't let me down.

You know, I've been a GAFF(er)ugee for years, and it doesn't matter how many times I read this - shit's still disgusting.

There's a kind of art to writing something so squick-y is such a casual tone. I'm sure this author is quite pleased with herself.